THORPE MOVED THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD a free man, though it was hard to tell based on the apprehension in his gait. He’d entered into gun fights with calmer dispositions. As his legs resisted the hike toward his family’s final resting place, his mind drifted back to the events of the last six days.
Someone had gone through great lengths to protect him both physically and legally. Several people—emphasis on the plural—had kept him out of harm’s way and constructed for him irrefutable alibis. No single person would have the resources to accomplish what’d been done for him over the course of a week.
Who and why?
Who was Ambretta Collins, and why had she and others risked their necks for a man they didn’t know? The question gnawed at him. Like smoke, the answer was there, but hell if he could grasp it.
Was Ambretta even her real name? Had she lured him into bed only to keep him isolated, while a person or persons flushed the rats out of his house? Were GPS units attached to his vehicle with the intent of keeping him safe and providing additional “proof” he was not responsible for Sergeant McDonald’s “suicide?” Did Ambretta have genuine feelings for him? Did she love him?
The last two questions were all consuming. He’d never before experienced what he felt now. It ripped him inside out, leaving his heart exposed. He loved another and was desperate to know if she loved him in return. He hated the feeling, despised it; It was a loss of control. Someone held power over him, and it made him feel weak.
Thorpe found himself at the foot of his wife’s grave. He stared down at her marker.
Erica Hessler Thorpe
Mother and daughter, together forever
Love has no end
Thorpe dropped to his knees with a sudden realization, yet perhaps something he’d always really known, a fact he’d repressed over the last year. Thorpe had forced his wife to live for years the way he felt now. Erica had loved him; why couldn’t he comprehend that before?
Had he refused to love her in return? Had the unexpected pregnancy festered resentment?
She hadn’t trapped him, hadn’t pressured him to marry her, hadn’t needed him financially. It took two to have a child. Did he wed out of an overwhelming sense of responsibility? He owed her more than that. He owed their daughter more than that. Thorpe had his character flaws; he’d never pretended otherwise. But Erica and Ella had deserved his best during their short time on this earth.
Thorpe crawled across the ground and sat between his wife and daughter’s markers. They’d been buried for over a year, and he hadn’t visited a single time since the funeral. A tremendous amount of guilt kept him away—a shame caused by more than just his failure to protect his family.
Thorpe sat and told his wife he was sorry. Sorry for not saying he loved her. Sorry for not showing it. Sorry for being absent the night death came calling.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
The other headstone sat just right of Erica’s.
Ella Ambretta Thorpe
My World
Thorpe had chosen the epitaph. It was simple but said everything. The middle name clawed at him as he read it now.
Coincidence? Had to be. But what were the chances?
Though unusual, his maternal grandmother had been named Ambretta and Thorpe wanted to pass it down to their daughter. Erica loved the name Ella and had chosen it for her future daughter years before. Erica—as mothers generally do—won the argument, and Ella Ambretta came into being.
Thorpe’s love for his daughter had never been in doubt. Shortly after coming home, Ella Ambretta became his everything.
The anguish of losing her had been crushing; a paralyzing despair he hoped never to feel again. He’d rather feel nothing at all. Like many before him, his way of dealing with the pain had been to not deal with it at all. Over the past months, he packed the internal void with hatred and promises of revenge.
Thorpe knew he couldn’t bring back his family, but he could bring those responsible for their murder to justice. His kind. While he’d failed to protect his wife and daughter, he would not fail to avenge them. In the process, he’d lost himself, turning a corner there would be no coming back from.
Those responsible had answered for their sins. Yet he still carried a hole in his heart, a pit he doubted could ever be filled.
Thorpe placed a single red rose on each grave. As he did, he realized there were others who needed to be brought to justice—many others.
And he was good at it.
Thanks to:
Each and every member of the U.S. military: past, present, and future for providing me with the freedom to write.
My fellow LE brothers and sisters for providing the protection to write. Thank you for doing your thankless jobs.
My proofreaders and supporters for your critical eye and words of encouragement.
Sonya, Julia, and Ally for the inspiration. Without my immeasurable love for you, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine the depth of Jonathan Thorpe’s loss.
God, for all those listed above, and for everything else.
Gary Neece is a sergeant and twenty-year veteran of the Tulsa Police Department in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He has vast experience in specialty units focusing on violent crime reduction and drug enforcement. Much of the inspiration for his writing springs from his time in the Special Investigations Division, where he supervised the department’s undercover Vice/Narcotics Unit. He lives near Tulsa with his wife and two daughters.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Acknowledgments
About the Author